These goblins who were captured to work as coolies were all captured by the Goblins from other tribes. They were all goblins who had not undergone the holy baptism. According to Merlin's teachings, they must first be made to suffer in their hearts, toil in their muscles, starve in their bodies, and destitute in their bodies. After they have completed labor reform and ideological education, those who perform particularly well can receive the holy baptism.
Of course, the most important thing is that the goblins divided their tribe into different levels. The baptized superior goblins have awakened thoughts and acquired special skills, and can create value for society. The middle goblins are ordinary goblins who have been baptized. Although they have no special skills, they can also take on the work of the tribe to some extent.
As for the lowest class of goblins, they were the captives who were brought to grow cotton. When they were captured by the goblins, they were filled with anger and resentment, but under the threat of the whip, they all became obedient.
These captured goblins were filled with envy and jealousy when they saw the differences of the goblin tribe. Those superior goblins enjoyed the best life, ate rich food, lived in sturdy stone houses, and were even able to chat and laugh with humans. Their life was like a dream.
They could only live in dirty straw huts, eat leftover slop and food scraps, and endure hunger and cold day after day. This huge disparity in living standards makes these goblins full of endless desire for the superior goblins.
Fortunately, Goblin gave these goblins room for advancement. As long as they worked hard and performed well, after a few years of hard work, they could escape from the sea of suffering and become a middle-level goblin.
Although becoming a medium goblin means losing some "happiness", it is much better than being whipped every day.
As for the so-called ideological classes, they were the ideological transformation proposed by Merlin. Through daily classes, he promoted the happy life of the upper goblins and emphasized the various benefits of becoming an upper goblin, thereby brainwashing them and making them regard becoming an upper goblin as a lifelong goal.
Goblin patrols his territory every day, his heart filled with the pleasure of conquest. He was grateful to Merlin in his heart, because it was this human who brought them such a high quality of life.
Merlin generously taught them planting techniques and even provided a large amount of material support. Although these materials were all aged rice collected by Merlin, for goblins, which sometimes ate leaves, bark, and even mud, aged rice was a precious food and a delicacy that only the top goblins could enjoy.
Goblint's eyes fell on a huge building behind him, which was a cake and bread processing factory. It looked like a huge dessert castle, with walls decorated with colored glass and windows inlaid with sparkling gems. The whole building exudes an enticing aroma, as if every brick and stone contains a delicious secret.
As you enter the factory, you are greeted by a warm breeze and the air is filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and desserts. The space inside is spacious and bright, with golden sunlight shining through the windows onto the ground, casting a warm glow.
The high-class goblins were dressed in neat pastry chef uniforms, wearing white chef hats on their heads, with excited smiles on their faces, busy making one exquisite cake and dessert after another on the workbench.
That’s right, these superior goblins are the pastry masters that Merlin boasted about. Of course, such things cannot be exposed. After all, no one would be willing to eat food made by goblins.
Goblins are creatures that are no different from some Indians. They all use their hands to wipe their butts, and eat food that tastes like slop. Their bodies always have an inexplicable stench. These creatures are synonymous with disgust.
Even though the goblins no longer have these bad habits after baptism and will still wipe their butts with leaves after pooping, the inherent mindset is still unacceptable.
The nimble fingers of these high-class goblins fly over the dough, kneading, rolling, and cutting it as if they are performing an exquisite dance. Each one of them really feels like a pastry master.
But if someone saw such a scene, they would only be more frightened, afraid that the goblins' "pickled hands" and the mysterious substance between their nails would be kneaded into the dough.
In fact, there are naturally no such problems. Every goblin who can serve as a pastry chef is carefully selected, all body hair is removed, and the body is cleaned every day.
Each small cake is a work of art. The layers of cream, bright fruits and sprinkled icing sugar form beautiful pictures.
During the production process, the goblins would occasionally smile at each other, creating a happy atmosphere among themselves. Such a harmonious and beautiful scene would have been even better if the goblins had not kneaded the huge dough with their feet.
There's no other way. Goblins are small creatures after all, and they lack strength. Faced with a large number of bread and cake orders, they have to do this in order to rush the work. Their feet are much more powerful, right?
Don't worry, every goblin washes their feet, cuts their toenails, and shaves their feet and legs after entering the factory. As for whether there are any problems related to athlete's foot, that is not clear.
Merlin wouldn't eat it anyway. He only wanted to eat the sweet cakes baked by pretty elves like Stacy.
As for selling it to others, Merlin felt at ease. Anyway, those nobles would not be able to tell that this thing was made by goblins. As for getting sick from eating it, that was naturally impossible. At most, they would just get a stomach full of athlete's foot.
By the way, these goblin pastry chefs are hiding in the secret rooms of the cake factory. There is a room in front of the factory that is specially used to deal with some "inspections". Inside are handsome and beautiful elves who pretend to make delicious cakes in the room. Of course, these elves have also learned real skills. The cakes they make are all consumed by their own people who know the actual situation of the cake factory.
Make others think that these delicious cakes were made by these elves.
In front of a huge oven, Goblint watched the pastry chefs carefully put the cakes into the oven with a smug smile on his face.
He knows that these delicacies not only satisfy consumers' stomachs, but also symbolize their status and value.
Whenever Goblin sees his fellow goblins gradually approaching the life of upper-class goblins through his efforts, he feels filled with a sense of accomplishment.
Merlin's support and help gave their lives a new look, and he himself found his own value and meaning in the process of conquest and change.
The goblins can enjoy the leftover scraps of these finished cakes at will. As for those of inferior quality, they are sent to the sweet bakery that supplies civilians. The exquisitely made ones are labeled as master craftsmanship and sent to the Ames Cake Shop, which is sold specifically to those rich people who are willing to take advantage of them.
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